Yellow eyed demons
disturb dreams
their spines curve like questions
they dig their nails in open sores
that once contained flowers
These demons drag down spirits that would otherwise soar
Wickedly they unbalance my life
trapping my words in unspoken verses
Sounds become silenced
I can’t move and I can’t sleep
they lay on top of me
licking my ear
unearthly beings
whispering reminders that
these exploding nightmares are my reality
and I am only delusionally happy
As creepy as some of these images are, this is still one of my favorite poems of the day so far. Wow!
Thank you very much Sharon. I appreciate it deeply.